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Poetry Series John Bastian - poems - Publication Date: October 2011 Publisher: PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive Poems are the property of their respective owners. This e-book was created by John Bastian on www.poemhunter.com. For the procedures of publishing, duplicating, distributing and listing of the poems published on PoemHunter.Com in any other media, US copyright laws, international copyright agreements and other relevant legislation are applicable. Such procedures may require the permission of the individuals holding the legal publishing rights of the poems. (Book Scifi Fiction) Scifi Novel Prologue: The Fixer The night brought a chill with it, as always. Like many nights before, the sky was pitch black. The stars and moon shined right off the water. It seemed as if you could grab them. I was sitting on the pier, like I always did. I come out here for the serenity. See, being what I am, I don't get any time to myself. I am what one call the fixer. Some would call me a politician, a cheat, a con, a witch, a warlock, a vampire a shape shifter, and many more names. They are attributed to me because of what I do.They are meaningless to me. I deal with problems others don't want to even here about. To top this off I get very little pay for it. What happens is a journalist, the police, the FBI, the CIA, even the NSA comes to me with these problem that tend to be of super natural origin. They usually want them to disappear. So I indulge them at the right price. Most of the time it is just bull shit anyways. Every now and then I run into situations that can't be explained scientifically. But as I learn in this field a long time ago theirs always some kind fact in the fiction. The problem is how to weed it out. Keep it simple and specific, or you'll be going a a lot of wild goose chase. All because your to gullible too know better. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 (Book Scifi Fictions) Chapter 1 Alternate Dimensions (Only A Tiny Bit) 'ARK! ! ! ', Angel screamed at the top of her lungs. But it was not heard. He always disappear like this. She was just getting use to it, being that she just found out he was a demon called langors. Like humans, langors lived normal peaceful lives. They didn't require blood as human books say. They are not vampires, but langors. The only special power they have is to travel from dimension to dimension. Think of dimensions as alternate time periods. By this I really mean they can travel to alternate destinies. An dimension is made by a choice somewhere in time that creates an alternate future. They are the most powerful physics in their own right because they can travel to the future before a choice has been made. (Will add more when I have more time.) John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 (The New) Isn't New You are right and wrong. Even if (The New) are the new, they still have been politics too long. How we elect (The Greats) is the evolutionary latter. Its not by the people, but electoral votes. So only in the lower elections do we matter. Remember that guy you voted on for mayor? He's the one that puts the higher politician in power. A weakness in a system that has grown so sour. It stinks of corruption. We need to move of them in an out more often. One year is all you get. If you are gonna make a real change better make it quick. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 4 Days and Counting 4 days and counting, the excitement is mounting, a new a life, a better life, full of happiness. Saying all these goodbyes, bring tears to the eyes. Its a fading sunrise. That first moment Ill forever cherish. First impressions, first impressions, will everything go right. Its the mornings delight, to see you. Even if it means the loss of a future that I don't know what holds. Only in a world so cold could I either say no or let go. 4 days and counting, the truest emotions surmounting. Going for it all, the story book fight. Reading it under a child's night light. Making it work even when were at our worse. All my energy being dispersed, dispatched, by a higher calling. My life was stalling over, and over again. The constant wounding and mending. It was never ending till I found my greatness in you. 4 days and counting. The soul searching is over. I have been delivered from my solitude and we have raised the aptitude. The skies so high, afraid to fall, well do it together. Floating down like a feather. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 4th of July Decisions With a morbid sense of humor I say listen bitch Your coming to our forth of July party Or we will be coming To kill your old man To burn your house down And grab you and your kid The reason being you can't make up your mind So we feel we have make some decisions for you. John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 99 Virgins Still Bleed Such sorrow. Felt through the worlds tomorrow. A mass explosion. Suicide on the mind. No matter the cause. A family has died. A candle light vigil through the centuries. The hate builds. And regret just never heals. Its just another life to steal. Ah it just can't be real. A figment of all our imaginations. A proclamation written upon the constellations. The 99 virgins still bleed. An ignorant belief. Where life is better when it is not so precious. No moral compass or guidance. Just a blind march to destroy and deploy chaos. Who cares about the personal cost. Their not me. I don't have to live with repercussions. Well you're so wrong. You human as all of us. And you'll rot and be turned into dust. Forever forgot. Only the lives you took will ever be remembered. I remember them do you? John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A (I Love You) Final Resting Place Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go It can't end this way Just listen to me You will make it You will live on With you the kids are growing so strong Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go No its not okay You must fight With all you strength Think of those you love Think of those who depend on you the most Anything to keep you going You are the one I love. You the one that I just cant let go. No matter how hard I try I looked into her eyes and she died I never got to say my final goodbye A (I love you) final resting place Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go In your eyes i see the beautiful sparkle of the of the snow Just live on. This is just so wrong. My heart is already gone It has jumped out my body and committed suicide Just beat the hell out of my insides Forever attached to the moment Oh no Oh no I just can't let go Sir but you have to the paramedic says I'm sorry shes already gone How could this happen? Why me? I thought we were destine to be. A long lived family. This will never be satisfactory. I'll love her till the day I die. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 John Bastian www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Attacking Angry Voice The man who won't stop Like an addiction, a self centered affliction. I think he might just like hearing himself talk. Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut. Over the hill tops Under the roof tops His voice echos. Forever words chasing me down. Attacking till I fall to the ground. Just let me get up. Give me a chance. Before you say, you say. You're a loser. You're dilluted. So shallow and ugly. From the outside in. Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet. Here's my anger on a plate. Enjoy, and please try to destroy. Anyway just to feel a little better on the inside. Driving the nails into a very shaken mans coffin. Bury me now. You already dug the hole. With blood and sweat. I really believe every word you met. Please say it again It was just not enough. Think you got it tough. Poor you, here you want a tissue. Excuse after excuse. Just let it all lose. The man who won't stop Like an addiction, a self centered affliction. I think he might just like hearing himself talk. Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut. Over the hill tops Under the roof tops His voice echos. Forever words chasing me down. Attacking till I fall to the ground. Just let me get up. Give me a chance. Before you say, you say. You're a loser.